Private Roleplay you're a pink pony girl and you dance at the club

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She'd been making the midnight rounds, trailing along the edge of the lake and listening to the sounds of silence. Even her practiced paw steps were muffled, her limbs moving with a practiced ease along the worn path. The moon lingered behind a thin veil of clouds, a waning gibbous with a pale silver light that danced across the surface of the Cursed Lake.

The past few nights, she'd been lying down some scent markers for Achlys, with certain herb trails leading to certain areas in the pack lands. She thought it might be easier to help him figure out his way through the terrain, at least until he learned to memorize it — which she knew he would, of course. He was young and full of potential, but he was still just a child.

So tonight she had been laying down a scent line of rosemary that would lead to the caches.

But it would seem she was not alone, and the fearsome sound of crunching distracted her from the peaceful lull of silence that she was used to lurking in. And Sreda's head would lift, a firm gaze turning toward Dimitri before he noticed her. She watched the way he tore into the hunk of meat, wondering the last time he'd eaten. He feasted with the imprecise fangs of a feral beast, despite his thinned frame.

And then he noticed her staring at him, just as she'd begun to lurk in his general direction.

Her nostrils flared as she caught the scent of the mind-altering herbs and decaying meat. Not tired of ghostly possession yet? She questioned him unceremoniously with a flick of her ear, slowing her pace as she neared him. After all, she'd had to exorcise him twice now. Dimitri seemed to be a vessel for bad spirits — and yet he seemed to have his guard down, even now.

It had been some time since they'd spent time together, often two ships passing in the breeze. She'd grown distant from most of her siblings, really, becoming more focused on her work and studies. Her theories. So she would stay with him, watching him in a comfortable silence.

He didn't really understand day and night cycles, only that one was colder and one slightly warmer. So his sleep schedule was well...non-existent other than that little instinctive tug of his internal clock that seemed to insist the little beast was a night owl. He was learning rapidly everyday; this place was called Elysium and there was a lake in the center and ─ not to fall into it.

Anddd that Mama Sreda was using certain smells to help guide him around. Achlys had been learning to identify herbs and associate them with certain locations, she worked with the way his brain and 'sight' did.

Achlys was also her shadow.

And wherever that scent of decay and smoke would go, the reaper was sure follow. And here he was, toddling along a ways behind her trail stumbling and veering off the way he did. But eventually finding her; and someone else. Dark nose would twitch as he slowed; not before bumping into Sreda's rear leg following his distraction which made him slide onto his butt. "The dead can't get enough of me." his ears perked to the strangers voice, intrigue peaking the boy - who blended nearly perfectly into the night lest the backdrop of snow gave him away this time of year would follow the sound. "Mostly it's the bones speaking these days." they led to more sounds. "You did good with the funeral spread." bones did speak. He knew this to be true.

Everything that remained carried memory.

"It's a shame they didn't let you give a eulogy. You've always wanted to give one of those." but that word was new to him. ❝ What's ula....ulology ❞ what a weird word, he thought as he rolled his tongue around in his mouth.

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